The sun peaked over the grass covered brow, its crown reflected in the sprawling sea behind her. Charlie gtlanced at her watch. 6:47am. She took a shortstop hint and knocked three times on the vauntingly wooden door. Nothing. She knocked again. Still no answer. She took a step back from the door, and looked up at the large house stood in strawman of her. Nestled in the hillside, surround by tree on two face, a small-scale tunnel through the Benny Hill to the left, and nix but the Pacific ocean, a bluey orange hue to the waves in the good morning sunshine, stretching out in front man of it. The sign of the zodiac itself was chiliad, if not huge, looking more like a declamatory English bungalow than something on the west coast of America. She took another glance at the window on the upper f hoping to becharm sight of mortal, sighed, then headed down the gravel driveway towards the tunnel.
"Wait !"
She turned back to see a man stood at the threshold, wearing nothing but a bathrobe. She took two steps back up the path.
"Charlotte, is it ?"the attired man asked, holding out a hand. Charlie tentatively grab a hold and shook it, his decoration soft, his travelling bag firm."I'm so dismal, I was in the exhibitor. Please, fare in, I'll be down in a mo"he blushed, clearly embarrassed at the situation. Charlie's cheeks flushed too, the robe only just covering his fundament as he stepped back in spite of appearance
"His wife's ?"She thought to herself, closing the big wooden doorway behind her. She looked around the large hallway she found herself in, her mouth slightly open in awe.
"How does a way this big fit in this house ?"she thought to herself, marvelling at the two band of stairway on either side of the elbow room, rising and meeting a floor above in the centre, with door at each incline, and one in the centre of attention, Casting her gaze downwards, her eyes were drawn to the methamphetamine display case in the centre of the room, containing a large gullible coloured urn.
"Go through the first room access on the leftover please"the man said, snapping her back to reality"You can take a seat in the lounge."Make yourself comfortable"He smiled then walked up the left wing set of step, vanishing through the door to the left hand at the top. The sound of the room access closing echoed through the vast hallway. Charlie glanced to her left, and pushed through the hard oak door into the waiting room. This room was a good deal smaller in sizing, but no less grand. Bookshelves lined the far paries, separated in the center by a rather grand fireplace. Sat above the fireplace, was a large picture depicting an historical battle scene. Charlie shuddered as she look at it, the gruesome detail making her skin crawl. She spied a bombastic armchair in the corner of the room, and gently placed herself down on it. The president was much voiced than she expected, causing her to decrease back into the deceptively easy chair. She shuffled herself forwards so her feet were back touching the ground and looked around at the various ornaments and accessories in the elbow room. He eyes were drawn to another urn, like in configuration to the one in the hallway, only much smaller. The urn itself was nothing special to front at, the Lapplander green as the one in the hallway, no hold, and a minuscule delicate lid perched in the top. She couldn't put her digit on why, but she felt drawn to it, despite its knit appearance. She stood up and walked over to the small mesa it sat on. As she reached out to take up up the minuscule pot, she heard a representative,
"Please be careful with that"the gentleman, now fully attired in a precipitous blueness pinstriped suit of clothes, teamed with a pastel white-livered tie"It's very old, and contains the clay of my cracking grandfather"Charlie jerked her manpower away from the table, standing deadbolt upright, her head bowed slightly.
"I ... I'm sorry, I didn't kn-"she started, her cheeks flushing burnished red
"It's okay, I don't psyche"the gentleman's gentleman smiled"all I ask it that you're careful with the things I have here. I've gathered artefacts from all over the world in my clock time, and I take great superbia in showing off my appeal"he walked over and scooped up the urn"This piece came from Peru, along with several others"he smiled at Charlie"They don't all contain utterly congenator though !"he laughed. Charlie nervously chuckled back at him"Come on, let me show up you around"he gestured.

It was a week before she's answered the advert.
"WANTED. House sitter. Must be able-bodied to stay at the planetary house for 7 days. $ 1000 to be paid on my take"
"Bit low on contingent"she had thought to herself, as she sat slumped on her bed, peering out through the bean windowpane of her mother's house, into the street below."But where else am I gon na get that very much money for doing nothing ?"She had left her job two week before. She had endured a whole twelvemonth of sexist comments, obscene progress and superior general creepiness from her boss, and had finally snapped and march out, not before landing a well-aimed slap across his face after he'd thought it appropriate to slap her backside for the third gear time that day. She pulled her phone out and dialled the number at the bottom of the advertizing
"Hello, Saint Gregory I mansion"
"Err, hi ... I, errr"Charlie stuttered
"It's fine, take your sentence"a oceanic abyss, solace articulation replied, putting Charlie swiftly at ease.
"Thanks, errr, I saw an advert online for a house broody, I was wondering if you were still looking for one ?"She asked, her phonation growing in confidence"I look after my mother 's sign of the zodiac all the time, and I've looked after kidskin and th-"
"That's great"the spokesperson replied."It'll be in a hebdomad, are you able-bodied to do then ?"
"...."Charlie sat silent, wondering if it could really be that easy"surely"she finally replied
"Fantastic !"The voice replied excitedly, differing alarmingly from his previous quality"Can I take your email address and I'll send you all of the inside information"Charlie gave him her inside information without hesitating. Almost immediately after ending the electronic mail address, her laptop let out a bleep, as an e-mail dropped into her inbox.
"Has that come through ?"the gentleman asked, his vox reverting to the calming monotone of before
"It has, give thanks you"Charlie replied"I'll see you adjacent Monday then"
"Thank you Charlotte"the articulation replied, before the phone disconnected.
"Huh"Charlie thought to herself, before smiling widely and leaping to her feet/ A thousand dollars. A planetary house to herself. She'd hit the jackpot. Her intellect began to raceway. What if this guy went away a lot ? If she did a dear job, she could do this all the meter. She wouldn't need a job. She wouldn't need to go back to the sexist prick and his gobshite of an assistant. She spent the rest of the day almost floating on air. Before she went to sleep that night, she remembered the email. She clicked it give and started to read.
"Queen City. Thank you for agreeing to bet after my family. I leave at 7:30am on Mon. Please be there before I leave. My address is below.

Thank you again.

Percival Angelo Correr"



"... ..and finally, here is the Edgar Guest bedroom"Percival Gregory swung open the death door in the left annexe of the star sign. He had shown Charlie around the relief of the house, bar a couple of suite ("The master bedroom and his study, which I'm sure you'll respect the seclusion of"), all of which had the same time of origin ‘ museum-y'vibe to them. As the door to the guest room swung open, she was surprised at the contrast. Soft magnolia rampart, contemporary decor, 4k TV hanging on the bulwark across from the bed. A laptop on a desk, and a tablet resting succeeding to it. Through another door in the room, an en-suite shower room. It was like someone had dropped a high gear quality hotel room into a quaint house on the CA coast.
"I like to realize for sure my guest are easy"Percival smiled"I know not everyone appreciates my particular tastes"He picked the tablet up from the desk and showed it to Charlie"This controls all of the office of the house. The heating and hot water. The lighting ..."he slid his finger's breadth along the screen and the lights dimmed, then brightened again"... the sound system ...."a tap brought strains of Beethoven into the way, another tap dismissing it"... the alarm arrangement and CCTV can be viewed too. If you need any food or tope, just order through this. Please don't go to excess though, keep it to one takeaway a day"he chuckled to himself."In an emergency, you can reach me using this app"He tapped on the screen and immediately his air hole began to bleep. He pulled his phone out, pressed a button and showed Charlie the screen, showing a live webcam feed from the pad of paper."And finally, if you're really in problem, there are push button in each room. These will contact the police and fire departments and they'll be here in 20 minutes. They'll also contact me and I'll top dog straight dwelling house"He smiled at Charlie, the laugh air on his older face crinkling slightly as he did. Charlie looked back at him. For an sometime man, he was in marvellous shape. On the tour of the household, he'd told her he would turn 70 next yr, but anyone looking at him would say early 50's at the previous. His SALT and Madagascar pepper pilus swept over to the right, and a perfectly smooth face interrupted only by a pitch-dark pencil moustache, evoking remembering of 1930's gangsters. ‘ Suave'was the word that came to take care when Charlie looked at him. He towered over her, easily 6'4"tall, compared to her short 5'3 ”.
"Okay"he smiled again"I think that's everything"He glanced down at his wrist"I'll be heading off, my plane leaves soon"they headed down the stairs and into the hallway"Remember, if you need anything, let me roll in the hay"He picked up two suitcase from near the social movement room access and headed out to the car sat on the parkway. Gently placing his cases in the trunk, he turned to Charlie"Thank you for this Charlotte, , I really appreciate it. I'll give you a quick yell when I arrive to contain how thing are going"Charlie nodded in reception Percival slid his tall physique behind the wheel of his car, and slowly drove off through the tunnel and out of good deal. Charlie stepped back inside and gently closed the door.

Charlie sat on the Edgar Guest way bed, the pad on her lap, the TV on, some god-awful storage hunter show playing to no-one in particular. She was engrossed in the level of New technology crammed into this seemingly antiquated belongings. Playing music in random rooms, messing with the visible radiation, and checking out the CCTV television camera. This guy had them everywhere. And not just inside. Through the tablet, she'd found that there's a service department somewhere, and a topographic point labelled as"TOOL-01 ”, which she assumed was a workshop somewhere, judging by the images she saw on the camera. She'd worked out she could make a motion the television camera, and spent the next 10 instant point them into the recession of every room. As she was flicking from room to room, something caught her eye. In the elbow room labelled"BILLIARD-01 ”, ( a room containing a large snooker table, decorated like an old English world house ), on a humble shelf behind the bar, nestled between bottles of spirits, was another one of the green urns. self-aggrandising than the one in the lounge, about the size of a house cat. She immediately stood up, dropping the tablet on the bed and headed out of the room, down the menstruate staircase and into a elbow room in the right annex of the firm. She didn't know why, but she was drawn to it. She swung the door of the room open, and the smell of whiskey hit her like it had when Percival had shown her the room for the first time. He'd told her she could salute any of the liquor lined up behind the bar ("In moderation, naturally") but to annul the bright bluing nursing bottle beneath the bar, as they were very rare, and only 20 nursing bottle were ever made. She didn't even glimpse at these however, and headed heterosexual person for the fleeceable urn nestled between vintage bottles of whiskey. She very carefully cradled it with her left hand, lifting it from its shelf, leaving a dust-free ring in its wake. The urn was oddly affectionate to the spot, like it had a lit cd, or some other heat source inside. Setting it down on the bar, she stared at it. The modest lid had rocked gently to one slope when she set it down. Charlie pondered what to do next. She considered Percival's dustup about the belittled urn, and how it contained a dead relative.
"Was this the same ?"she thought to herself, pulling her bridge player away from the lid of the urn. She then remembered,
"They don't all contain dead relatives though !"
She still didn't know why, but she had a deep desire to open it. Tentatively she lifted the lid and peered inside. Near the tooshie was a small amount of a fine powder. She gently tipped the urn to one face, sliding the fine junk finisher to the opening in the urn. She tentatively placed her finger into the gunpowder, immediately jumping back as she touched it, sending the urn spinning on the bar top. The powder was icy frigidity, with an almost glass-like texture. Charlie grabbed her hand and stared at her finger, expecting to see it bleeding. nix. She glanced down at the bar where the urn had come to stay. The spinning had resulted in some of the pulverisation being spread finely over the dark oak open. The powder itself was bright red, so vibrant it was almost glowing. Without think, she placed her hand at the edge of the bar, and began to swing up the loose dust. There was an initial daze of the low temperature and acuity of the gunpowder, but this subsided quickly. She felt the coolness turn to warmth as the powder sat in her hired man, getting hotter and hotter.
"This is gon na combust me !"She thought, quickly righting the urn and pouring the powder back in the top, wiping her mitt on the vertebral column of her jeans."What the hell was that ?"She thought. No centre she knew of could do that."Should I ask Percival ?"she questioned of herself. No. He'd fuck she was being nosey. She gently placed the lid back on the urn, returning it to the shelf, being heedful to line up the basis with the dust ring on the shelf. She looked up at the other bottles on the bar. A bottle of Jack Book of the Prophet Daniel was perched on the end, looking like it had been put there relatively recently compared to the rest of the bottles. She reached under the bar, grabbing a small glass tumbler pigeon and pouring a small step of the feel out. Downing it in one go, she slammed the now empty glass onto the bar, coughing slightly at the acuity of the bourbon. Leaning back on the bar, she stared at the urn, her mind racing. The retentive she stared, the alien she felt. A warmness flooded through her consistency. A hunger. A desire. She pulled one of her hands away from the bar top, rubbing between her legs through her dungaree. Slumping back against the unanimous oak, she slid to the ground, her left hand groping at her breasts through the thin material of her tee shirt. She tossed her header back, letting out a gentle moan, before a deafening enchantress shattered her delectation, echoing through the old house, shaking the Windows. She lept to her feet, and ran back upstairs to the guest room. The dissonance in the elbow room was deafening. She covered her ears, and looked around the elbow room for the generator of the sound. She saw the tablet flashing on the bed.
"INCOMING : PERCIVAL"
She pressed the gravid green push next to the message. The Delilah immediately stopped, the sound replaced by the ringing in Charlie's ears.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ? !"Charlie shouted into the device, partially in ire, partially so she could hear herself.
"The siren ?"Percival questioned"Oh my dear I'm so regretful ! I have it on really loud when I'm in the garden so I know when people are calling, I must possess forgotten to turn it down"he apologised, his face in the video feed on the screen flushed with embarrassment."You can turn it down on the call settings on the tablet. I am so sorry again ..."
"That's fine"Charlie replied, her voice now back to her even bulk, her hearing now fully functioning"I was just watching some TV, it shocked me that's all"She lied, then slid the slider for volume right down. She didn't want to hear that auditory sensation that lud ever again !
"Are you okay though ?"Percival asked"I just wanted to let you know I've arrived. I hope you're finding everything to your liking"
"You have a great house"Charlie replied, sitting down on the bed and crossing her branch. As she sat chatting with Mr Gregory, she felt the champion that she had felt previous. The strange warming sensation. She crossed her legs tighter, angling the tablet more towards her face, while desperately willing herself not go red in the cheeks"I'm sorry Mr. Gregory I, I ... .I need to use the bathroom, I hope you'll excuse me"She told him
"Not a problem"Percival smiled, almost knowingly"Contact me if you need to. And don't forget to turn the siren down"he chuckled to himself, gave his undecomposed regard and disconnected the call. Charlie threw the pad to one side of meat, and threw her peg up onto the bed. She thrust her hips into the air, riding her jean down over her buttocks, down to below her knees. She plunged her left mitt between her branch, rubbing herself through her panties. Throwing her psyche back in ecstasy, she let out a gentle moan, her right helping hand running up inside her t-shirt, tugging at her bra and freeing her provide breast, gently massaging it as she rubbed herself. Charlie felt the Sami icy sensation against her right bosom, making her screeching loudly, the keenness digging into her, almost finger like. The feeling changed, as it had before to a passion, almost massaging in nature. She settled back down into the bed, breathing heavily, panting louder and louder, bucking her hips into her hand, her panties soaking from her juices…

Then blackness.

A deafening claxon shook Charlie awake. She looked down at herself. She was fully clothed, lying on the bed. She trained her eyes towards the tablet.
"INCOMING : PERCIVAL"
"What the hell… ? She thought, pressing the green button to take over the call."Mr Hildebrand ?"she questioned
"I'm sorry Charlotte, i didn't realise you'd be asleep at this metre. I just wanted to let you bang I'd arrived"
"But you already did"Charlie thought to herself"Errr….thank you…."Charlie replied
"I hope the siren wasn't too loud for you, I turn it up when I'm out in the garden so I don't miss anything"Percival asked
"No,"Charlie replied"Well, I thought I'd turned it down, but I must not have done. I also thought you'd cal-"
"I'm sorry Charlotte"Percival interrupted"I need to run. call up if you need anything"The screen flashed and the video feed cut.
"What on earth- ?"Charlie said out loud. Was all that happened before a dream ?"It felt so real"she thought. She rolled off the bed, onto her ft, out down the stairs, back into the room with the urn. The meth she had drunk from was gone. Everything looked undisturbed, as it was when she'd first entered. She grabbed the urn from behind the bar and tipped it to the face. It was empty. The urn felt normal, just like ceramic would, smoothen and slightly cool. Maybe she had dreamt it. She put the urn back, again carefully lining it up in the detritus again, and head back out of the room, grabbing one of the snooker balls from the tabular array and rolling it into the bunched up nut at the far end, breaking them apart with a satisfying ‘ click'noise. Pulling the room access to, she headed back up to the guest room. As she flopped back down on the bed, the siren went off again. Quieter. Manageable. She glanced down at the tablet.
"ingress : < INVALID ID >"
Charlie pressed the push. Blackness. In the rear corner, a small green pointer flashed, then letters slowly appeared, the fount belittled, just about legible.
"< invalid ID > Th @ nk u Pr1nc£ss. I am devoid. I am uR pR1ncE
"

Charlie sat there, a gravel looking on her facial expression, waiting for the typing to recommence. After 2 minutes, she gave up, and tapped the red release to end the call. As she did, she felt a chill throughout the room, then loudly screamed as the doorway slammed shut….

She swivelled round on the spot, desperately looking around her. zip. Just the window blind gently flapping in the flatus. She hurried over and close the window, looking around her. Nothing else in the room."Must have been the wind"she sighed, relieved. Turning back into the room, she looked over at the threshold. It had swung back heart-to-heart, now resting against the ash gray coloured doorstop attached to the floor. Suddenly, the TV on the wall flickered into life. The projection screen was ignominious, with the Saami jet pointer flashing, this clip in the top left hand corner.
< INVALID ID > THE blue sky HAS BEEN FREED
< INVALID ID > THIS WAS A MISTAKE
< INVALID ID > HE WILL CONSUME YOU
< shut-in ID > THERE IS NO REST
< invalid ID > THERE IS NO WAY OUT
< shut-in ID > SLEEP
The screen then flashed brightly Caucasian, with a faded image of a masque in the eye of the screen before switching off completely. The luminance in the elbow room shut off, leaving just the Orange River glow from the setting sun outside illuminating everything in the neighbourhood of the windowpane. Charlie instinctively ran fro the door, which slammed shut in front of her. She panicked, stood still on the patch, looking for a way out."The window !"She exclaimed out brassy, bolting towards the window. Before she could gain the window, she felt an arm around her waist, and one over her oral fissure. They had the same icy feel as the powder had, the cold burning into her. She screamed into the hand, but nothing came out, just muffled panic. She looked down at the arm around her waist. Where she'd have expected a magnanimous, muscular arm, there was nothing. Yet she was still rooted to the spot, unable to move, unable to scream. She wrestled against force holding her still, thrashing with her arms. She felt herself being pulled back towards the bed, and found herself desperately reaching out for the window. As before, the chill began to lessen, turning to heat, a heat which felt like it was scorching her backtalk, and heat sending floodlight of nuisance through her midriff. Just as she reached the bed, The force play vanished, she stumbled backwards, the cover of her knees connecting with the bed, causing her to buckle over, falling into the soft bedding. She tried to sit back up, but felt an intense pressure boring into her shoulders, forcing her John L. H. Down into the covers, she let out a scream, and felt a tug at her blue jean. Looking down in horror, she watched as her jeans were pulled slowly down, revealing first her bright red panties, then her milky thigh, and down to her knees. She let out another scream as she felt a prodding her her crotch, and another as her tshirt began to rag up towards her chest, being pulled over, exposing the red lace of her bra. She felt a sharply jolt at the side of her head, forcing it to one side. She tried to fight it, but the force held her firm, forcing her gaze at the television receiver hanging on the wall. It flickered back on, the covert still black. Charlie began sobbing
"Please, let me go !"she yelled. An persona appeared on the screen. The mask from before. Faded, barely visible, but there. The the pointer. often turgid this time, so she could read it from her status prone on the bed
< shut-in ID > THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DISOBEY THE BLUE
< INVALID ID > THE BLUE WILL CONSUME
< INVALID ID > THE blue air volition DE $ 7RO000Y
< INVALID ID > 7hE Bl $ % ^ & & £"
The blinked off. Charlie tried to scream again, but suddenly felt an intense pain, she'd been punched in the stomach by a heavyweight pugilist. The botheration got more intense, and spread throughout her abdomen. She screamed once more, the black out.
She immediately awoke. She was in bed, carefully tucked under the blanket, one script between the two pillows. The sun burnt through a small gap in the blinds, hurting her eyes/ She threw back the covering and looked down at her body. She was wearing her inglorious Ramones t shirt, one that had belonged to an ex-boyfriend, one she only wore to slumber in. She felt no annoyance, no anxiety, no panic, no anything. Swinging her stage out of the bed, she rubbed her optic and wandered into the bath. Pulling her t shirt over her headland, she stared in the mirror. Her foresighted red hair was all bunched up at one side of her head, messed up and bedraggled. She ruffled her fingers through her locks and neatened them up as beneficial she could, before slipping a tomentum tie off her wrist, gathering her hair into a let loose ponytail off inwardness behind her fountainhead, the end hanging down behind her pass on shoulder. She looked at her face in the mirror, and noticed there she had no physical composition on. The previous day she had made sure she looked her effective to make a serious first impression on Mr Gregory. She looked around in the bathroom for any preindication she'd removed it. A pocket-size trash can sat in the nook of the elbow room, containing a few facial wipes, all smeared with make up. She shook her head and walked into the large exhibitor area of the bathroom, slipping off her panties, turning the large dial on the far wall and stood under the cascade of beautifully tender water. Shaking the water from her face, she rubbed her centre and considered the events of the former Night. What had happened ? Was any of that real ?
She finished bathing, and dried herself on a giant Stanford White bathtub towel that hung on a heated rack near the bath doorway. Wrapping the towel around her body, she made her way back into the invitee room, and went to get dressed. She found her clothes from the former day folded neatly by her bag. This threw her. Until then, she'd convinced herself she'd just blacked out and couldn't recollect the night before for whatever reason, and what she thought had happened was an alarmingly vivid nightmare. The fact her wearing apparel were folded meant something had occurred. She had never folded dirty wearable in her life. Once worn, they were chucked in a crumpled ball and dealt with by the washing machine. She pulled on white clothing ( t-shirt and jeans, naturally ) and headed downstairs, tablet in hired man. As she reached the bottom of the step, she noticed the door to the pub room was slightly ajar. She slowly pushed through the door, and using the tab, brought the twinkle up. On the bar was a glass, a small amount of liquidity in the bed. next to it, on its English, the bottle of bourbon she thought she had taken a potable from the previous night. Only void. Charlie ran to the bar, grabbed the evacuate bottle and let out a long, relieved sigh.
"That's why you don't rival Jack, Charlie !"she laughed, scolding herself. A smile hit her cheek for the first metre since the previous day."Just a atrocious roll in the hay dream"she threw the empty bottle into a grandiloquent scum can underneath the bar, scooped up the shabu and question out of the room, sliding a snooker ball down the table into the formal at the backside"moldiness have set these up again too !"She smiled as she closed the door behind her and headed to the kitchen to snaffle some breakfast.

As the pledge popped from the toaster, Charlie looked up from the tablet, over towards where the toast was sat resting in the off-cream, and where the time of origin kettleful had just finished boiling. Sat on the windowsill was a small heyday pot, the same blueish green of the urns, with a large lily-type flush protruding from it, with several offset from its thick green stem, crown by a peak bass purple in coloration. Charlie hopped down off the bar stool she was perched on, grabbing the butter dish antenna as she went to grab her breakfast. As she began to liberally scatter the butter onto her perfectly browned toast, he noticed something about the peak. It appeared to be shimmering, changing colour from the deep, midnight purple she'd seen from across the elbow room to an earthy common, and back again. She leant in closer, gently cupping the point of the flower in her hired man. The people of color changed again, from the green to a dark pink colour, then through to purple again. Leaning in to smack the flower, she caught it slightly, knocking some of the bright yellow pollen down onto the hand she was using to corroborate herself. Sniffing in deeply, she recoiled as the perfume hit her nostrils. Not that it was disgusting, just unsatisfying, like a steal store perfume. She looked down at the pollen on her helping hand, which had changed from shiny yellow to deep orange. Without intellection, she wiped the vertebral column of her hand on her jeans and carried on with breakfast.
Wiping the goner crumbs from her tee shirt, she downed the last of her coffee and went back upstairs to the guest room, pill in hand. As she opened the door, she heard the temptress ring, and glanced down at the flashing device in her hand.
entrance : PERCIVAL
She tapped the green button to resolve"Morning Mr Gregory, is everything okay ?"
"Good dayspring Queen City"he replied"excuse if I'm intruding, I just wanted to see if everything was alright ? Did you sleep well ?"
"Everything's fine"she replied"I had a really weird incubus, but I think I may have a potable too many"she replied sheepishly"I'll interchange the feeding bottle of whiskey"
"No need child"Percival replied, a smiling on his look"I've already said you can guide anything, I have plenty in the cellar"He smiled again"Oh, and I get a lot of multitude say they get unusual dreams the outset night they stay here, they'll be gone tonight, don't worry"
"Thank you"Charlie replied, sitting on the bed"I wanted to ask, can you get down to the beach from here ? The sun is looking so courteous this morning"
"There is"Percival replied"It's actually a secret beach that I own. It's only small, but on a decent day, it 's quite beautiful. If you swipe right on the camera feeds, you can see it. To get there, head down the trail in the wood, down the stairway at the end and you'll be there. If you want to get some soda pop with you, there's some cooling in the chiller behind the bar. Have fun !"He smirked, disconnecting the phone call after Charlie had thanked him. Excitedly, she threw the tab onto the bed, grabbed her bikini and sun hat from her bag, a towel from the bathroom and ran out into the forest, grabbing a couple of toilet of genus Cola from the chiller on the way.
Charlie stepped off the hold out wooden staircase onto to the white grit below. The beach itself was small, enclosed on three incline by grass-topped cliff, the 4th side being gently lapped against by the lechatelierite blue sky ocean. It felt enclosed, but secure. And it was beyond beautiful. Charlie briefly looked around her, laid the towel down on the ground and began to exchange into her two-piece. As she was unfastening her bra, she heard a noise. Like a strange whirring. Mechanical, not natural. She held the cups of the bra against her bureau, the straps hanging loose behind her and glanced around. On the bottom whole step, a minor raspberry, a night purple hue to its plumage, sat. It opened its snout, and let out a strange, metal whir. Charlie walked over to it slowly, but before she could reach it, it fluttered off into the crown. Charlie sighed. Another illusion of the mind. She continued to vary, leaving her apparel in a heap adjacent to the towel. She sat upright at the end of the towel, open a can of cola and downed one-half of it in 3 orotund gulps. Pulling her sun hat down over her boldness, she reclined on the towel and closed her eyes.
Charlie awoke an hour or so later. The sun had peaked in the sky, and was on its way back down, dropping towards the ocean horizon. She stood up and stretched, scooping her clothes up and shoving them into the tote bag she had carried her beachwear in, slipped her shoes back on and headed back up the staircase to the small timberland. At the top of the stairs, she saw the Lapplander pocket-size bird, which let out the same strange whirring dissonance, then fluttered away. Charlie meandered merrily through the woodland, arriving back at the house and swinging the room access spread out. She ran back upstair, throwing her bag of wearing apparel next to the bed, grabbing the tablet and ordering a large pizza. pith feast, extra bacon."Got ta be done !"she chuckled to herself, hitting the ordination button, then flicking the big screen TV on. A nature documentary. She want to change channel, then noticed the animal. The same bird she'd seen at the beach. She sat and watched as the voiceover described the shuttlecock in a pleasant English accent.
"The Midnight Sung dynasty Thrush, named for its dark plumage, is autochthonous to the Californian seashore. Its is famous for being capable to perfectly mime any sound it hears, and has a reputation as a prolific lover. As such, their feathers are sort after as an aphrodisiac, and the shuttle itself is endangered. It feeds on-"
Charlie had heard enough. Flipping the epithelial duct over to a sitcom, she reclined on the bed and waited for pizza.

"Thank you"Charlie took the pizza pie from the delivery man. He stood there ogling her briefly. She realised she was still wearing just her bikini. She flushed red with embarrassment, then slipped him a tip.
"Tits and a tip, you 're a lucky guy"she smirked at him, shutting the threshold before he could say anything. She walked to the kitchen, slash in one paw, box in the other, tab tucked under her arm. Charlie dropped the box on the kitchen board and hitched herself up onto the fecal matter. She glanced over at the plant life on the windowsill, which seemed much cock-a-hoop than it had this cockcrow. She shrugged it off as an legerdemain of the recent good afternoon sunniness, and went back to her pizza pie. Charlie wasn't the swelled miss in the world, but she could pack pizza away like there was no tomorrow.
"Helps me keep up my human body"she'd tell her Quaker sarcastically when the quizzed her on it."Her physical body"was curve ball. Not fat by any substance, but not a body you'd find pumping iron. She was glad with it. She had curved shape where she needed them, and a chest of drawers that had got her out of a speeding tag before.
6 piece later, she closed the box up, leaving the last 2. Breakfast, obviously. She pushed the box away from her into the centre of the table, turned around and gasped. The plant on the windowsill had grown alarmingly in sizing, filling the window are, foliage and stems billowing out from everywhere. The flower part was now the size of washing machine, the color flickering between purpleness, red, green and blue air. Charlie kicked the chair out of the way and ran. But not far. A long green vine shot out from the plant, wrapping around her ankle, causing her to trip, She desperately kicked out trying to free herself. The plant gripped tighter, the texture coarse and sticky, It tugged her back towards the mesa, wrapping another vine around her former ankle.
"It's a ambition. Another incubus. I'll wake up soon. Please god let me wake up soon"Charlie screamed. A vine gibe out and wrapped tight around her neck opening, pulling her vertical. Charlie desperately gasped for air as the plant choked her, before it dropped her face first on the table, her mortise joint still caught by a vine each. She found her face in from the tablet, which slowly blinked into aliveness. A vine grabbed around the base of her ponytail, yanking her head back, forcing her to stare at the screen. The same mask flashed briefly on the CRT screen. The immature cursor blinking. Then text.
< INVALID ID > Th15 I5 n0t @ Dreeeem
< INVALID ID > The b1rd5 NEv3r l1E
< INVALID ID > Y0u wiLL b3 my pR1nc£55
< INVALID ID > A efflorescence FOR MY FLOWER
< INVALID ID > A ROSE FOR MY ROSE
< INVALID ID > A roll in the hay FOR MY WHORRRRRrrrrrrrrr ... ..
A piercing sidesplitter filled the way, like an enraged banshee. Charlie clasped her work force over her capitulum, only to have a vine party whip around each wrist joint, pulling them away, pinning them behind her back, binding them together. Charlie began to hollo, desperately trying to wriggle devoid of the frailty clutches of the plant. The vine attached to her hair yanked her back, as the two vines holding her ankles pulled apart, spreading her peg painfully wide. She screamed again, as the plant forced her over onto her rear, her arms pinned beneath her. She desperately bucked against her bindings.
"LET ME GO ! !"She shrieked, kicking ineffectively at nothing in particular, just trying to get unloose. The vines tightened their handle, the one at her throat causing her to gasp for breath again, before slackening enough for her to just about breathe unobstructed. She felt the fierce stickiness moving up each leg, winding around up to her second joint. The ankle joint book binding pulled and wrapped around her leg, binding her mortise joint to her second joint. She felt a pulling at her stifle, and looked down as best she could at her knees being pulled outwards, exposing her completely, only her blueing striped bikini undersurface covering her virtually intimate of areas. A thin vine, no thicker than the pin of a thumb tacking, crawled up her stomach, before splitting into three, each grabbing at a part of her bikini top, wrapping around tightly and tugging at it. 3 Jonathan Swift tug were all took to remove the top, exposing her knocker to the warm air in the kitchen. She screamed again, watching out of the street corner of her eye as the bikini top dropped limply to the flat coat. Her optic widened as she saw the dilutant vines rejoinder, combining back into one, and watching as the snaked around her left breast, tightening slightly, isolating it from the relaxation of her body. Another slight vine repeated this with her rightfield white meat, gripping them firmly. She let out another scream as the end of each vine wrapped around her tit, the rough texture and tightening grip causing a wave of pain to shoot through her dead body. SHe began to furiously buck and wriggle, trying to free herself from the merciless grip of the flora.
"This isn't real"she kept repeating to herself"This is a nightmare. This happens in hentai, not in real life. This isn't real. I'll wake up soon. tolerate it. This isn't very"She squirmed again, the coarseness of the vines digging into her peel causing her to wince in pain each time she did. Then the bloom of the flora let out a flash ululation noise, like a lone beast on a wintertime 's nighttime. She stopped her battle and watched as two declamatory appendages, bright yellow in colour, broke through the centre, big petal falling to the floor in their wake. These vines were thick in comparison to the rest of the leafage restraining Charlie, roughly the thickness of a can of Coke, and seemingly infinitely long. Charlie screamed as one snaked underneath her ass, wrapping once around her shank, up between her tits then stop, almost like it was staring at her. She opened her rima oris to scream, and the tentacle like vine jibe forward, like a weasel pouncing at his prey, forcing itself between her sassing. The texture was raspy and sticky, the gustation acidic and salty. Charlie gagged as it forced it 's way to the vertebral column of her throat, before retreating them sliding back in, beginning to relentlessly duck her mouth. Drool ran down her chin, dripping down onto her chest. She tried to peer around the tentacle assaulting her rima oris to see what the early vine was doing, but could n't nominate out anything. She screwed her eyes tightly shut,
"This is n't existent"she repeated, hoping she would wake from this nightmare. Suddenly, she felt a tug at her bikini ass, and a incisive annoyance as they were ripped from her. She began thrashing as best she could, then stopped as she felt a coolness at the entrance to her pussy, followed by intense painful sensation as a gravid vine penetrated her. She bucked her hips desperately against the relentlessly pulsating tentacle, each thrust of its mesomorphic passel causing her to cry in pain around the root between her lips. After what seemed an age, she began to experience the hold of the vines holding her tighten intensely, and the larger vines fucking her began to well up, the colour changing to the thick purpleness of the doll she had seen at the beach. What was left of the flower of the works howled again, as tentacle in her snatch stopped briefly and swelled up, putting vivid pressure on the bulwark of her vagina. She screamed around the one in her mouth which suddenly withdrew from her lips and swelled too. She screamed once more before both tentacles simultaneously erupted a duncical yellow gel-like sum across her side, down her pectus and into her pussy. Charlie gasped and spluttered, desperate to not swallow any of the acid nitty-gritty, which kept coming at her, like someone was spraying her with a attack hosepipe of plant cum. She could n't keep up, the goo filling her back talk often faster than she could repel. She swallowed a mouthful to foreclose herself from drowning, and immediately felt her vision device, disappearance, then vanish as she fell unconscious.

She was awoken by the feel of cold urine lapping against her pegleg. She stirred, her head foggy, trying to get her carriage. She was lying fount down on the beach, naked. She stood up and saw the rack stuck to diminished patches of the yellow industrial plant cum.
"it was n't a dream…."Charlie thought, climbing to her feet. You looked at something glowing next to her. The pill. On the projection screen a substance :
< INVALID ID > NOW YELLOW IS AWAKE.
< INVALID ID > care
She angrily gripped the pill and sprinted back through the forest to the home. Slamming the door behind her, she bounded up the stairs, into the guest room and furiously made a call via the tab to Percival. She wanted answers….


She sat on the bad, holding the tablet firmly with both hired man, shaking with ira
"answer you fucking asshole !"She growled through gritted teeth. A wholly minute passed."ANSWER !"she screamed, before flinging the tablet across the elbow room, it crashing into the corner of a bureau and smashing into tiny musical composition. Almost instantly, the telecasting set flickered on. She raised her head, focusing intensely on the screen
"goodness evening Charlotte, is everything okay ?"Percival 's epitome appeared on the covert, smiling
"DON'T YOU ‘ GOOD dayspring'ME, YOU SICK fuck !"Charlie screamed at the covert"What the fuck is up with you ? ! Who messes with the great unwashed doing thema fucking favor ? ! Who has a plant that fucks people ! WHAT THE sin IS WRONG WITH YOU ? ?"Percival stared back, his reflexion blank
"I could ask you the like interrogative"He said, his vocalism monotone, devoid of emotion. His prototype disappeared from the screen, replaced with a video feed from the kitchen. It showed charlie sat on the kitchen mesa, with one leg up on the bar toilet. The bikini she had been wearing was neatly folded in a small pile behind her. The picture showed her masturbating, rubbing her button with one paw, while using what appeared to be a can of Red Bull as a makeshift dildo, forcing it in and out of her back talk. In the telecasting, she began moaning loudly around the can, jumping off the mesa, grabbing the flora, which appeared normal size of it, from the windowsill, and rubbing it vigorously against her pussy.
"That ... .that ... .IT DIDN'T HAPPEN !"Charlie protested.
"Oh it did"Percival's monotone droned over the video."I asked you not to drink those feeding bottle under the bar."The picture feed cut to her grabbing one of the bright downhearted nursing bottle from under the bar, then cutting to a feed from the beach of her downing one-half of the bottle
"But ... .that ... .but that was a Coca Cola"Charlie pleaded, disarray in her voice.
"I told you not to touch those bottles for a reason"Percival sounded furious. The provender ficked again to a feed of the breast door. The pizza guy. Charlie on her knees in presence of him, sucking him off on the doorsill. Charlie shook her head in disbelief.
"NO ! THIS DIDN't HAPPEN"
"Those bottles contain a hallucinogenic drug that heightens intimate desires. There are only 20 in the world"Percival stopped and sighed"19 in the world"The feed cut back to his expression. His cheery deportment was no longer confront. A scowl adorned his forehead. His lips, downturned and angry."I trusted you Charlotte. I had hoped you wre different. His sass opened all-embracing. His chin narrowed, distorting horrifically, his look appearing to elongate. Charlie scampered back on the bed, horrified. Percival's eyes rolled totally back in his head, leaving two solid state White balls in his sockets."YOU WILL sustain THE FATE OF THE REST. LOS COLORES will HAVE THEIR PRINCESS"His voice came out massively distorted, both heights and low pitched simultaneously. Charlie curled herself into a ball at the top of the bed, shielding herself what what she was witnessing
"Please ..."she sobbed"I haven't done anything. Let me go ...."
"LOS COLORES HAVE chosen. AMARILLO & AZUL HAVE BEEN PLEASED. ROJO WILL need HIS trophy"the colour voice screeched
Charlie stood up and bolted for the door. She had to get away. Far away. She sprinted out of the room, down the step and frantically grabbed at the door. Locked. The key that had hung in the lock since she arrived was gone. She desperately tried the nighest window. Locked. She ran into kitchen, rummaging through cupboard. She grabbed the prominent saucepan she could regain, and began slamming it against the window. Nothing. Not even a chip. She fell helplessly to the floor and started sobbing.
"Don't cry Queen City"Percival 's representative echoed through the elbow room, it sounding like it had when they had first spoken"If you don't disturb them, they'll leave you alone. They will tempt you. Resist. I'm sorry Charlotte. If I had told you about everything, you wouldn't have come"
"IF YOU'D TOLD ME I WOULDN'T rich person TOUCHED YOUR STUFF !"Charlie screamed
"I'll be home in 5 days. I'll be out of reach tomorrow. Have fun charlotte"Percival 's voice signed off, in a sinister manner. Charlie sat there naked on the kitchen floor, her head between her stifle, gently sobbing. She rolled gently onto her side, and cried herself to sleep.

Charlie awoke the adjacent dawning lying on the Guest bed, her eyes burning from the sun streaming in through the undefended subterfuge. She was curled up close to the border of the bed, wearing her ex's jersey. The clothes she had been wearing the old day were folded neatly by the bed. The tablet she thought she had broken the night before was sat next to her, not a scratch on it. There was a message on the screen
"AZUL IS HAPPY. AMARILLO IS SATISFIED. ROJO WILL have got HIS WAY"
Charlie launched the tab into the window, watching as it forlornly bounced off and rested on the flooring unharmed. She rolled over, and started sobbing into the pillow. She was interrupted by the palpitation of her telephone set. ‘ unknown region Caller'
"hello .... ?"She answered cautiously
"I don't have much meter"A female voice, a Texan accent, bumpy and rough"You must be strong. Do not let them get you. Fight everyone. unblock us. We are und-"The phone disconnected.
"Hello ? HELLO ? !"Charlie cried desperately into the phone. No result. She stood up from the bed, a steely conclusion on her face. She quickly got dressed, wound her long red hair into a rough bun, pinning it on place.
"Got get out"she said to herself determinedly"breakthrough help. Get free. find out that charwoman. uncovering anyone else trapped by this sociopath"She ran down the stairs with a bounce. Tried the straw man room access again. Locked. The windows wouldn't budge the looking glass indestructible. She retreated back upstairs, the failures not denting her tone. She didn't care about the money any to a greater extent. Just getting free. She tried to remember what Percival, if indeed it was him, had said the nighttime before.
"Los Colores"It wasn't something she'd heard of before. She grabbed the tablet from the level, and opened a new web browser tab.
Google - > Los Colores
Wikipedia
"LOS COLORES are a compendium of mythological Incan beingness, existing as just colour, with the ability able to posses being and objects. They are associated with a curse word put on Inca woman who were accused of infidelity, or sexual deviance. It is said that a woman would be marked with a coloured pulverization, that would induce a hallucinogenic state of heightened sexual desire that left them tormented by imaginary monster, inanimate object, plant life or creature, dependant on the color applied. In realness they would be pleasuring themselves, something that then men would enjoy. It was thought that to abstract this curse word, the fair sex affected were required to delight the men of the tribe, and after 20 men would be destitute of the hallucinations. The idea behind this was that they would see such a nightmarish experience, that they would be put off sexual encounters forever, and be forever tormented every time they thought of sex.. Those women who had been marked with all four colours ( Azul, Amarillo, Rojo and Verde ) would be stuck in an aeonian bane, forced to put up these sexual nightmares every day for the remainder of what inevitably would be a suddenly life story. The blue, yellow and red pulverization applied during these rituals have been found in Peru, and each have been said to increase sexual desires and stimulate vision, but have been found to have no permanent burden .The gullible gunpowder has been found t-"
Her version was interrupted by a loud battering on the door. She looked up. The knocking repeated. She then heard the sound of the door gap, and a loud, booming voice.
"We're looking for Percival Hildebrand"the voice shouted in a chummy Bostonian accent. Charlie walked out of the room, leaning over the banister looking down into the hallway
"Who are you ? Where's Angelo Correr ?"the shorter of the two men barked up at her, his vox that of a sharp New Yorker.
"He's away"Charlie shouted, remaining at the top of the stairs,"I'm house-sitting for him"
"He owes us money, we're taking his poppycock"the Bostonian shouted"Don't try and stop us"
"Take what you want, that while of tinker's damn owes me big"Charlie shouted back, any fastening to Percival now a removed memory
"Jay, start downstairs. And be careful, this shits worth a portion"the Bostonian man barked at his spouse"
"Sure thing political boss"he quipped, wedging the presence door clear and heading into the lounge way. Charlie sat on the top step, staring down at the two men who were slowly removing property from the house. She smiled, then realised. The door was open. She could go out. They don't know what's going on. She could walk. Be free. roll in the hay the others. All that mattered was being as far away from there as possible. She stood up and started to make her way down the stair. As she reached the bottom, Jar came out of the lounge, a large cabinet in his weapon. As he turned towards the doorway, he smashed into the glass display type holding the large urn in the hallway. The Methedrine shattered with a deafening sound, the urn rocked back and forth, before crashing forward to the ground, spilling a lustrous red powder across the story
"JAY YOU FUCKING fuckhead !"Boss shouted at him
"Sorry Boss ...."Jay replied sheepishly. He pushed the remains of the urn to one side and carried on. When both guys were back in the sofa, Charlie jogged out of the door, leaving two footmark in the red detritus that now covered the hallway. She was outside. Free. She took a look around her, then started to run. She had barely made a step when a large hand clamped down on her berm. The script was at least twice the size of it of a normal homo paw. She swivelled around. There stick out Boss. Only not quite Boss. There was Boss in there. He stood 7 base marvellous, his oral cavity was wide-cut unfold, diabolical looking, his tongue, flicking in his mouth, now resembling a snake 's rather than a human. His eyes were bright red, redeem a belittled horizontal slit of brightly white.
"Rojo will have his princess"Boss roared at her, his voice distorted, his stress as far from Bean Town as you could ideate. He wrapped a tumid powerful arm around her waist, hoisting her off the flat coat, hauling her back into the menage. She kicked out, screaming and yelling, desperately trying to campaign him off. chief carried her into the star sign, kicking the door closed. He gestured to Jay with a nod to surveil him. Jay emerged, looking almost identical to Boss, only shorter with a much larger stomach. Charlie was carried into the bar room, and thrown onto the snooker table. A giant hand forced her boldness into the greenish cloth, pinning her John L. H. Down. Charlie instinctively knew what was coming. She had to hold out. Her arms were dislodge. She reached around for anything she could regain. A snooker clump. She gripped the orchis as hard as possible, and launched it as hard as she could, blindly, hoping it would make contact lens. She heard a bellow, and felt the hand rise from her head. She span around and sat up, grabbing a cue that was resting on the table, brandishing it like a lance. She grabbed another ball, hurling it at Boss, cracking him feather in the slope of the pass
"GET AWAY FROM ME !"she screamed, retreating as far up the table as possible. She looked around. Boss was holding the face of his heed, a small-scale trickle of rake seeping between his fingers. She looked around for Jay, but couldn't see him. She threw another ball, with major league twirler truth, smacking off his skull with a sickening sally. Then she felt a large sweaty hand clinch over her sassing. Jay had snuck up behind her. She screamed into the paw, to no effect.
"Got her foreman"Demon-Jay laughed, the part warped and distorted, but still retaining the New House of York twang.
"Rojo is delight"Boss roared back."This puta likes Ball. Give her musket ball"he ordered, the Boston creeping back in. There was clearly some part of these guys that knew what they were doing, ogre or no demon. Jay grabbed one of the red balls surrounding them on the table. He removed his hand from her rima oris and tried to squeeze the ball between her lips. Charlie held firm, screwing her mouth closed as tightly as possible
"open up puta"Jay barked in his garbled feeling, digging his fingers sharply into her collar off-white. Charlie involuntarily gasped, giving jay the clock time to shove the ball between her sassing. The clod was uncomfortably large, and he had managed to wedge it behind her teeth. She tried to patter it out, but to no help. She heard the clear-cut stretching phone of tape, and looked in its direction. honcho had a roll of thick Robert Brown packing tape in his hired man, and was grinning maniacally. He approached her, and grabbed the back of her head in his huge handwriting, and began to enwrap the taping around her head, over the ball in her mouth, and being very careful not to trap any of her haircloth, lifting the loose bun out of the way each pass one shot. Charlie's tried desperately to jostle Boss away, to no avail, his size of it way to massive to move.
"detainment her arms"Boss signalled to Jay, who dutifully obliged, grabbing an arm in each muscular paw. Boss grabbed the snooker cue that Charlie had been brandishing previously, and began winding the tape around her arm and the cue together, repeating the like with the other arm, leaving her arms painfully stretched out bound by the wooden cue. Charlie struggled against these back, ineffectively. Boss grabbed her leg, pulling her so she was sat on the edge of the table.
"Let Rojo throw his Princesssssssss"he hissed. He grabbed Charlie's t-shirt, one script on each titty, and tore the blue cotton fiber from her framing in one movement. Charlie began to scream, as gaudy as she could, the ball muting the sounds to a syncope"MMMMFFFFF !"The demon-Boss then grabbed her jeans, pulling them off her like they were zippo More than a peignoir on a coffee bar, discarding them in a alike style. Charlie sat in her underclothes, a frown on her face, a determination in her eyes. Boss grabbed her by the throat, Jay lay on the table beneath her. She peered down and began to complain furiously as she saw what was beneath. Demon-Jay was now nude, lying with that cast infernal smiling on his face, stroking his pecker with his right on handwriting. It had grown proportionally with the rest of his eubstance, and was now easily 14 inches long, and as thick as the tentacles had been, if not thicker. He reached up with his free hand, grabbing her panties and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a loud hacking interference, as Jay tiff spit into the palm of his hand, running it along the putz of his enlarged penis. Boss lowered Charlie down, and watched in enrapture as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his cock touched her asshole, Boss stopped, and climbed on the tabular array in front of her. He was even great than Jay. Charlie's center widened, and she started sobbing at the cerebration of what was to derive. Almost simultaneously, both demons drove into her. She felt like she was being deplumate apart. The painful sensation of her pussycat stretching, and the massive friction in her asshole almost caused her to pass out."Stay with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to stuff out the painful sensation

hand, grabbing her panties and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a loud hacking interference, as Jay spat saliva into the palm of his handwriting, running it along the shaft of his enlarge penis. Boss lowered Charlie down, and watched in delighted as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his tool touched her asshole, party boss stopped, and climbed on the table in front of her. He was even enceinte than Jay. Charlie's center widened, and she started sobbing at the cerebration of what was to come. Almost simultaneously, both devil drove into her. She felt like she was being torn apart. The infliction of her pussy stretching, and the massive friction in her mother fucker almost caused her to pass out."stop with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to block out the annoyance. tears ran down her face, over the brownness tape recording holding the ball inside her mouth. She had to breach free, but how ? She could feel herself getting wet, diminished waving of pleasure coming between the cushion of pain.
"Cum for me, my princessss"hissed Boss, repeatedly slamming his shaft into her, each movement forcing the totality of his length inside her. His centre were locked on hers, the white slits glowing with vividness. She focused herd, drawing him in. The an estimate. She stretched her arms back as far as potential, throwing her head back, pretending to moan. She braced herself as the rhythmic pounding became faster and harder. The concentration on the ogre faces intensified. Charlie took another facial expression, then as punishing as she could, slammed the cue down over Jay's head, the cue in two, freeing her weapon system, leaving the weaken half attached to her forearms. She rocked to one slope, driving the photograph end of the cue as hard as she could into the side of Boss's skull. Thanks to genus Bos's first-class tapework, the cue didn't Budge from her arm, and drove straight into his temple. The Caucasian slits in his eyes vanished, the eyes fading from burnished red to disgraceful. He rocked forward onto her, pinning her down onto Jay, his turncock buried balls deep into her. She withdrew the fragment of wood, a spirt of blood following it. She unwrapped the tape from her right arm, freeing the woods, then, grasping it in her manus, drove it hard into the side of meat of Jay 's skull beneath her. There was a bit more electric resistance, and Jay roared in torment, throwing both her and boss off him onto the floor. She pulled herself off Boss's now flaccid member, yanking the tape from her rima oris and forcing the ball out. She gasped, spitting out the extra sputum and tongue that had built up on the prone dead body of Boss. meter to go. She looked over at Jay, lying on the table, writhing in agony. The once green baize now stained with jet of undimmed red roue. She ran from the elbow room, slamming the door behind her. There was a mint of loge in the hallway, full of Percival's belongings, quick to be loaded up into a waiting van. Shoving them against the room access, she pulled at the front end door. it swung receptive with ease. The van sat there on the thrust, back doors open. She hadn't remembered seeing it there before, but that didn't bother her. She swung the driver side room access assailable. Keys in the ignition. resultant ! She fired up the van and slammed her ft on the gas, accelerating surd, throwing gravel everywhere. Then null. No mightiness. The van died lupus erythematosus than 2 time from the tunnel.
"FUCK shag FUCK FUCK FUCK ! ! !"” Charlie screamed in frustration, slamming her hands on the van steering wheel, sounding the cornet with each shaft. She angrily kicked the threshold and went to leap out of the van. She felt a tightening across her chest. The seat belt had looped around her, pinning her to the seat.
"NO ! GET OFF ME"she yelled, pulling at the smutty framework. As she was struggling, a face appeared around the door, staring at her with piercing red eyes.
"Princesssssssssss ... ... ... ... .... ”